User blog comment:Llamao/The Underground/@comment-3474228-20120628052220/@comment-3474228-20120628233045

But no smart beast would leave him with his katanas. They lay on a table far away, way out of Razorclaw's grasp. Next to the table, a fire burned bright in a small hearth of stones, and the beast walked over to it, the necklace hanging loosely off of his fingers. "You will pay off your debt to us ... or your necklace will burn."